The saved audio held Grant’s own voice telling Natalie Price how to move company money, along with Grant drilling Sophie on scripted answers during car rides.

Grant assumed his private conversations in the car had never been recorded, with no idea the toy phone had picked up every word.

“You never need to worry about what you say to the judge, sweetheart,” I said, smoothing her hair back.

“Daddy told me if I say the wrong thing, I’ll lose my room forever,” Sophie whispered, her voice sinking low.

The buzzer by the downstairs door sounded twice, which meant Grant’s car was outside.